Oh, how we like to complain about weather!
– It is too hot! – we shout at Summer.
– It is too cold, – we tell Winter.
Especially the people with air-conditioners and reliable heat at home, thermostat set at permanent 72 Fahrenheit winter or summer, for them 74 degrees quickly becomes intolerably hot, 70 – unbearably cold. A person like me (from the Old World) just rolls her eyes at those temperature-inflexible softies. I grew up with a frugal Dad who didn’t believe in wasting precious gasoline on keeping his house warm. Like a hawk he watched the thermostat fixed on 18 Celsius (around 64 Fahrenheit). The thermostat had to be watched because my Mother had a contrary view of purpose of gasoline and would raise the thermostat temperature to 20. Me and my Sister were caught in the middle of this couple’s power dynamic, so we trained ourselves to tolerate 18 and 20 and 5 Celsius at night (the thermostat was turned off at nights because who needs house heat under 6 blankets?).
Latvian summer was rarely hot, but one never stays in one country for long. My first New York summer almost killed me (my Russian roommates were tougher than me and more frugal than my Dad as they didn’t even consider getting a fan, not to mention the expensive machinery of an AC) but the second one was a breeze. I got used to 101 Fahrenheit (38 Celsius) just like I got used to 64. It is a mental thing. And partly – a sign of good health.
Still, at dinner parties I try to not boast about my body’s temperature adjustability. The badge of honor here is not how much abuse you can tolerate but how much money you have to protect yourself from ever shifting/changing weather.
There is one thing, though, that no money can protect you from. If you want to spend a winter in New York and not in Sydney, you must endure long long nights in wintertime. Yes, the Christmas lights and Christmas shopping help to distract you from the uncomfort of dark but the fact remains – the sun doesn’t show it’s face till 7 am and it is off to other things around 5:30 PM.
That will change soon. Winter Solstice is coming.
The night feeds the day with it’s dark milk, so that the nourished day can become stronger and longer. Then, six months later, at the Summer Solstice, the day will eat it’s feeder:
Not really. The worst crimes are committed by committees in a broad day light in nice offices with well dressed secretaries serving coffee. As to the nightly thoughts – why thinking of sex is such a bad thing?
Night abstains from completely devouring the day, it stops at the moment of Winter Solstice and turns from a Villain into the Saint:
Merry Winter Solstice!